KwanYingirl
Diamond Member
i turn 60 on the 29th. I couldn't care less. My adult children are very sentimental and insist on me celebrating it. I finally agreed that I would go to Boston for dinner, but NO ONE is welcome besides them and their partners.
I have now learned that "something" is planned in Manchester, NH and have been told to cancel my clients. Now my anxiety is off the chart. My children are well adjusted and despite my efforts to teach them about triggers and the anxiety they cause, they don't get it. Damnit no one but sufferers get it. Well I guess trauma specialists get it too.
I know they love me and want to express it. If I could be sure my family is not invited, I'd relax. All I get from them is "don't worry". HA! That's like telling me not to breathe. I don't even want to do anything. Birthdays were not celebrated growing up, but what has me so anxious is the trapped feeling I get if I know people are going to look at me. This is totally trauma based and even thinking it brings up horrible memories. They don't get it. I just have to wait it out somehow so I don't get so anxious that I can't drive due to hyperventilating. Plus, the road my therapist is on is being repaved. The asphalt fumes make me sick, so I am on hiatus with therapy till the road off gasses. I hate surprises.
I have now learned that "something" is planned in Manchester, NH and have been told to cancel my clients. Now my anxiety is off the chart. My children are well adjusted and despite my efforts to teach them about triggers and the anxiety they cause, they don't get it. Damnit no one but sufferers get it. Well I guess trauma specialists get it too.
I know they love me and want to express it. If I could be sure my family is not invited, I'd relax. All I get from them is "don't worry". HA! That's like telling me not to breathe. I don't even want to do anything. Birthdays were not celebrated growing up, but what has me so anxious is the trapped feeling I get if I know people are going to look at me. This is totally trauma based and even thinking it brings up horrible memories. They don't get it. I just have to wait it out somehow so I don't get so anxious that I can't drive due to hyperventilating. Plus, the road my therapist is on is being repaved. The asphalt fumes make me sick, so I am on hiatus with therapy till the road off gasses. I hate surprises.